Title: Come Back to Me
Author: Rokoneko (squeak71886@hotmail.com)
Archive: umm…not really. Ask & you can use it
Category: shonen-ai, angst, ooc?, 1+2
Warning: excessive angst ^^'''
Notes: anything I feel the need to clarify will be noted at the end of the story…
-word- and *word* denote stress
Feedback: PLEASE!!! Tell me what you're thinking people!! Suggestions, comments, flames, etc. are welcome
Disclaimer: insert your favorite here
Come Back To Me: a Fic by RoKoNeKo
I lay in our bed alone.
Heero has been gone for three days now, but our argument seems only moments ago. Every time I replay it in my mind, I keep wishing I had just –stopped-. But I couldn't—I never can. This time, I had gone too far, drawing hidden emotion from the deepest part of his soul and dashing it to the floor with a few angry words. I couldn't control myself; it may have cost me my bes friend.
. . .
The argument had been stupid. A small disagreement over who-knows- what had escalated into a heated battle [1], each of us trying desperately not to be wrong. I said something about his lack of emotion as he calmly tried to explain his point of view to me. That hit a nerve, I could tell. I watched his eyes widen in shock; his face then froze into a blank mask, truly lacking any emotion. Suddenly, I wanted more than anything to take back my harsh words, to see his void expression relax once more into the patient, calm look he had had moments before.
He turned and walked to the stairs, to sleep on the couch like he often did when we fought. This gave each of us a chance to cool down after a heated argument, and prevented us from saying anything either of us would regret. My eyes welled up; I wanted him to stay. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to pass the long, cold night with him and redeem myself in his embrace. But most of all, I didn't want to have hurt him.
"Gomen…." I whispered tearfully to his back, clutching a pillow to my chest.
. . . . . .
Later that night, I snuck downstairs to see him. I had kept myself awake worrying about him and I wanted to make sure he was okay. I also wanted to apologize; it's much easier to say "I'm Sorry" to someone who can't hear you.
I walked slowly to the couch, hesitating. But to my surprise, or maybe I expected it, Heero wasn't there. Instead, I found a neatly written note on top of the neatly folded blankets sitting on the neatly positioned couch cushions:
I started crying again. Somehow, I found my way back into the bedroom upstairs, sobbing into the clean white coverlet. I lay there awhile after my eyes stopped overflowing and just thought. Sobs still racked my body occasionally. My face was a mess of tears and mucous and saliva; it stuck to my hair and the bedspread uncomfortably as I lifted my face to read the note once more, searching for a hidden message, for any clue as to when he'd return.
. . . . . .
I'm still just laying here in our bed. It feels so big and cold without Heero's warm body next to me. I stopped crying days ago. Now and then, I still re-read the note, trying to read between the lines, to puzzle out where he went and when he will be back. I suppose what hurts the most is one small word in the middle of one short sentence:
/…I don't know if I'll be back…/
-If-, not –when-. Hot tears burn my eyes again as I put down his note and pick up a pillow. "Please come back to me, Heero…." I whisper into the darkness that closes around me.
~*owari*~
Notes:
[1] hopefully, it was obvious that I didn't mean an actual battle….just a big argument. But I didn't want to confuse anyone ^^
Write me & tell me wot you all think!!
Author: Rokoneko (squeak71886@hotmail.com)
Archive: umm…not really. Ask & you can use it
Category: shonen-ai, angst, ooc?, 1+2
Warning: excessive angst ^^'''
Notes: anything I feel the need to clarify will be noted at the end of the story…
-word- and *word* denote stress
Feedback: PLEASE!!! Tell me what you're thinking people!! Suggestions, comments, flames, etc. are welcome
Disclaimer: insert your favorite here
Come Back To Me: a Fic by RoKoNeKo
I lay in our bed alone.
Heero has been gone for three days now, but our argument seems only moments ago. Every time I replay it in my mind, I keep wishing I had just –stopped-. But I couldn't—I never can. This time, I had gone too far, drawing hidden emotion from the deepest part of his soul and dashing it to the floor with a few angry words. I couldn't control myself; it may have cost me my bes friend.
. . .
The argument had been stupid. A small disagreement over who-knows- what had escalated into a heated battle [1], each of us trying desperately not to be wrong. I said something about his lack of emotion as he calmly tried to explain his point of view to me. That hit a nerve, I could tell. I watched his eyes widen in shock; his face then froze into a blank mask, truly lacking any emotion. Suddenly, I wanted more than anything to take back my harsh words, to see his void expression relax once more into the patient, calm look he had had moments before.
He turned and walked to the stairs, to sleep on the couch like he often did when we fought. This gave each of us a chance to cool down after a heated argument, and prevented us from saying anything either of us would regret. My eyes welled up; I wanted him to stay. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to pass the long, cold night with him and redeem myself in his embrace. But most of all, I didn't want to have hurt him.
"Gomen…." I whispered tearfully to his back, clutching a pillow to my chest.
. . . . . .
Later that night, I snuck downstairs to see him. I had kept myself awake worrying about him and I wanted to make sure he was okay. I also wanted to apologize; it's much easier to say "I'm Sorry" to someone who can't hear you.
I walked slowly to the couch, hesitating. But to my surprise, or maybe I expected it, Heero wasn't there. Instead, I found a neatly written note on top of the neatly folded blankets sitting on the neatly positioned couch cushions:
I started crying again. Somehow, I found my way back into the bedroom upstairs, sobbing into the clean white coverlet. I lay there awhile after my eyes stopped overflowing and just thought. Sobs still racked my body occasionally. My face was a mess of tears and mucous and saliva; it stuck to my hair and the bedspread uncomfortably as I lifted my face to read the note once more, searching for a hidden message, for any clue as to when he'd return.
. . . . . .
I'm still just laying here in our bed. It feels so big and cold without Heero's warm body next to me. I stopped crying days ago. Now and then, I still re-read the note, trying to read between the lines, to puzzle out where he went and when he will be back. I suppose what hurts the most is one small word in the middle of one short sentence:
/…I don't know if I'll be back…/
-If-, not –when-. Hot tears burn my eyes again as I put down his note and pick up a pillow. "Please come back to me, Heero…." I whisper into the darkness that closes around me.
~*owari*~
Notes:
[1] hopefully, it was obvious that I didn't mean an actual battle….just a big argument. But I didn't want to confuse anyone ^^
Write me & tell me wot you all think!!